THE WALL OF FACES

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

I never met you, but your sister Kathy is my aunt, the wife of my Uncle Bob. Your nephew, Robert Timothy, is named for you. I know your family has always mourned your loss.

I respect your bravery, your service, and the life you gave to our country.

Remembering a Tim as a flight school classmate and a very knowledgeable guy around autos and racing. So sorry for his young life to end in war. RIP.

Thank you American soldier; your sacrifice was not in vain. We are forever grateful and honored to remember you.

You and I share same last name but you are a hero and gave it all. Thank you and I am honored to visit your Memorial Page. Never forgotten are you.